Chapter 5 – The One Where Amy Loses the Key

A/N: Time for something different...something a little more dirty. Nothing too bad, of course. I don't think its that bad. No worse than the implication that River was concieved on a bunkbed. But if you do happen to be the sort of person who is of a very sensitive nature, maybe just wait for the next chapter. It features a man called Marvin (points if you get the reference). May upgrade to T to be on the safe side. If you don't think it's that bad, please let me know.

This chapter is set a few weeks after the events of the last one, just so you can keep track.

As per usual, I don't own Doctor Who, though if I did I would not have changed any of series 7 one bit!

There was nothing, in Amy Pond's opinion, like lying in bed on an early morning. The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, and a breeze drifted through the open window. Mels had crashed at Amy's the previous night after ANOTHER argument with her parents about her education. This wasn't unusual – Mels had dropped out of her first year of university, and was insistent that she could cope without it. Her parents completely disagreed, insisting that she restarted her first year.

Mels had spent a lot of nights at Amy's recently.

At this moment in time, Amy did not care for this. It was still early, too early to consider getting up. She heard Mels stirring from the camp bed on the floor, but Amy merely rolled over and dozed off again.

When she awoke again, Mels was dressed, and looked ready to leave – though for some reason she seemed to be sat over the top of Amy's legs. She tried to sit up, but suddenly jerked backwards. Suddenly it was all too clear what Mels had done – she had taken the handcuffs from the policewoman kiss-o-gram uniform (now strewn across the floor) and for some reason cuffed Amy to the bed. At that very moment Mels was tying her feet together with a scarf.

"Mels!" Amy shouted. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, morning Amy," Mels smiled as if nothing was happening. "Pleasant sleep?" Amy ignored this.

"Mels, why am I handcuffed to the bed?"

Mels shrugged. "Felt like it. That, and I'm borrowing some money from you."

"Mels, I would have given you the money. You don't have to handcuff."

"Nah." Mels laughed. "But it is more fun, don't you agree?" She giggled and wandered out of the room.

"MELS!" Amy bellowed.
"I'll tell Rory where you are in a few hours!" she called back.

Amy lay back down and sighed. It seemed she was stuck until Rory arrived later. She was only thankful that her parents were out – it would have been awkward explaining about the kiss-o-gram uniforms...

It was perhaps fortunate for Amy that Rory had cause to go round Amy's house early that day. Rory had been around the previous day, and had accidentally left his bag in the Pond's house. It wouldn't have normally mattered, but he was going away in a few days and really needed to pack.

He reached the house, and knocked loudly on the door. Amy's parents, he observed, were out – that much was evident from the fact their car was missing. It being a Wednesday, they must both be at work.

Another thing he noticed fairly quickly was that the door wasn't just unlocked, it was open – it swung open as he knocked. Fearing the worst – had they been burgled? Where was Amy? – he crept into the house. Glancing around for something he could defend himself with, his eyes laid on a cricket bat by the door. He thought back to the few days previously, and thanked his stars that the bat hadn't been moved...

"Rory!" Amy called as she walked over toward the village green. "Are you playing cricket?"

Rory smiled and kissed his girlfriend as she came over.

"Not quite," he said. "My dad borrowed this off your dad for some cricket thing of his. I'm just taking it back for him, cos knowing Dad he'd probably forget!" Amy laughed.

"Come on," she said, taking him by the arm. "I'll take it back with you..."

Creeping up the stairs, Rory was fast becoming convinced that the Ponds had not been burgled. Not a thing was out of place any more than was normally the case. Rory however, was still concerned for the welfare of his girlfriend, and made his way stealthily to her bedroom.

"Is someone there?" he heard Amy call.

"It's all right," Rory replied. "It's me. You know your front door is..."

By this point he had stepped into Amy's room, and come face to face with Amy, handcuffed to the bed and wearing only her nightie.
"Okay then...this is new..." Rory was able to say before he burst out laughing. "How did you get like that?"

"Shut up!" Amy said crossly. "You can blame Mels. She stayed over and ended up borrowing some money."


"And for some reason she put me like this so I wouldn't stop her!"

"Do you happen to know what she did with the key?" Rory asked.

"You'll have to look for it."

Rory began to hunt for the missing key. It took him a while, but he at last found it hidden among the clutter on the floor.

"Now then, let's get you out of here," Rory said, and bent over Amy to reach to her handcuffed hands. Just as he did, she kissed him – just once on the cheek, but once her hands were free, she kissed him again, more passionately...

"Then what?"

Amy's university flatmates waited eagerly to hear what happened next. Amy simply smiled. What was it Mels sometimes said?


A/N: A review might be nice. It would make my Christmas. I promise you, Chapter 6 will be back to business as usual. Well, as normal as it gets.

BTW, if anyone's read this month's DWM, it's set with young Ponds with a girl called Veronica something-or-other. She may feature in the future...